The bird’s shadow shown on the drawn shades like a movie reel playing a film of somber silhouettes.
The cat looks on in wonder, excitement, and amazement because the bird appears to be closer than before as the day dusks down with the setting sun.
The bird chirps outside unaware of the foe lurking, watching, and waiting.
The cat chatters with uncontrollable delight as the shadow prey grows larger each minute.
Does a possibility exist for the bird to be caught by the cat?
If the cat claims the shadow bird, does the bird’s soul cease to be while the bird outside flies away ceaselessly unaware of the devourment of his soul?
Once the sun has set and the moon creeps high in the sky, only the feline fatale knows whether their shadow selves have become one and intertwined.